Travellers.

They sat in the back seat of the car,the three of them.
Windows rolled down,sunlight strongly filling its warmth in the car,
Their shiny brown hair blew with the wind.
They played music,emotional music...and all quietly smiled about  it.
Up and down,went the car...the bumpy roads it traversed.
Only making them smile wider.
This was one of life's reflective moments,one of them.
A moment dangling by the threads woven by time.
A moment,where they relished the past and held onto to it,
while they learned to let go of it slowly.
Learned,that the best thing about life is it goes on,and on.
and they were mere travellers on this bumpy road,
through the thrills,the highs and lows.